4:59 PM me: No, i don't think they actually say "Into the woods to sell a friend!", but i'm sure the others are said.

5:00 PM FuzzyAnan: So... whatcha been doin?

me: Watching Into the woods.

FuzzyAnan: Besides that. :-E

5:01 PM me: Checking my magnanimous e-mail.

5:02 PM Taking pies out of the oven.

FuzzyAnan: Wow! Action!

me: Trying to print Sita pictures.

FuzzyAnan: Wow! Not-so action!

me: Me headache.

5:03 PM FuzzyAnan: Me tummyache

.

me: Me tummyache too.

FuzzyAnan: We giggle hurt.

*Me

5:04 PM Me ickle brother crying.

4yo

Me has lot to clean.

me: So you're giggling at your four year old brother's misery?

FuzzyAnan: No.

5:05 PM me: I swept and swiffered the kitchen floor.

FuzzyAnan: Me in too much pain to react to teasing.

Wow!

me: Thus assuring my place in heaven (JOKE).

FuzzyAnan: Self mortification!

5:06 PM me: Justification.

FuzzyAnan: Me doing self mortification.

5:07 PM Not having taken pain killer yet.

me: Oh.

Then i guess i am too.

Me no pain killed either.

5:08 PM FuzzyAnan: Me hope no one see what we say.*****

Me think scandalous we are.

me: Me think lazy we are.

5:09 PM FuzzyAnan: Me think we getting out of work we are.

Me think me Yoda-talk be really bad.

5:11 PM Me think you have to read Pastor's comment on my Life Planners post right away!

me: Me think me grammar ith terribler than it should be.

FuzzyAnan: Sorry if we overdid it, Anan, but I'm relieved to know that you're not cranky about it. Of course, planning your life for you would have been much simpler if Mrs. Stuckwisch and I had been given another son between Zachary and Nicholai. Alas, it was not to be. But never fear, we do just happen to have any number of good friends with sons of the appropriate age, and it's only a matter of time before the right match becomes obvious. Who knows, you may even get this figured out on your own before we do No sense taking chances, though. Since we have the advantage of knowing what an amazing young lady you are, it seems only right that we assist you by identifying well-suited young men from good homes and families. We're making a list and checking it twice.

(quote)

5:13 PM me: That's terrifying!

You're listfull!******

FuzzyAnan: I know!

5:14 PM AaaahhhH!!!!!!!!

me: Ha, but you're two years older than i am.

My list won't come till 2009 or so.

FuzzyAnan: Wwaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!

5:15 PM

me: Nyaaa!

FuzzyAnan: Do you promise to help me survive?

5:16 PM NyaaaaaaaaaaaaAAA!!!!

me: How?

FuzzyAnan: I don't knwo if I can hold up on my own...

me: I could tell tales on you!

FuzzyAnan: Moral support.

Yeah!

me: And the boys would want to be off your list!

FuzzyAnan: Tales! Bad ones!

5:17 PM I'm only one girl!

me: It's okay Naan, they won't like you at all.

FuzzyAnan: Phew!

me: Let's see…

FuzzyAnan: I have a picture of me in a trash can! Would that help!

???

5:18 PM me: When you get frustrated, you throw eggs.

Yes.

FuzzyAnan: LOG

me: That would help tons.

FuzzyAnan: LOG

me: Ooh!

You're scandalous!

FuzzyAnan: I grow horns out the sides of my head.

me: Self mortification and such!

FuzzyAnan: Yeah!

5:19 PM I treid to make my brother drink sunscreen!

*tried

me: You'll make him wake up at all hours of the night to take pictures of sunscreen!

FuzzyAnan: What?

LOG

me: Whoops.

dresses*

!

FuzzyAnan: Yeah.

me: Or sunscreen. I could say that too.

5:20 PM FuzzyAnan: I really good at glaring.

me: Sunscreen dresses.

FuzzyAnan: Me face will get stuck that way...

Knife dresses!

me: Ooh, this is great material.

[Whatever he doesn't like] dresses!

FuzzyAnan: I might post this chat on me blog...

5:21 PM Hehehe. (as Aaroon would say)

*Zaaroon

me: And me on mine.

FuzzyAnan: I have five brothers and I know what boys are really like.

Yay!

5:22 PM Anti-popularity publicity!

5:24 PM Jonathan Franck could be my brother if anything happened to my parents. Who would want to be related to him?

me: I'm going to see Pr. Stuckwisch tonight. Should i tell him some of this?

Ha.

FuzzyAnan: If I post on my blog he'll read about it.

me: You write indulgences!

FuzzyAnan: I do!

me: Me too!

Me too!

5:25 PM FuzzyAnan: I make messes and laugh about them!

5:26 PM I'm O negative.

5:27 PM I don't cross myself for "for thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory".'

me: You laugh Lots Of Zaaroon Giggles!

lozg!

FuzzyAnan:

5:28 PM I'm not a fan of Texas. Just to be contrary.

me: I been sent to spread the message - bum bum bum - God blessed Texas!

***Me = Me.****I had just changed it to "Into the woods!"*****Whoops.******Meaning she has a List of future husbands. As opposed to me, who remains (as far as i know), blissfully (no offense) Listless.*******Untasty Pastry = Twinkie.

Saturday, August 04, 2007

But we broke the CD part of our computer while putting music on it, so we can't do anything with discs on this computer. We'll have to use the office one when Dad's not using it.

Just talking to Naomi. She decided that because Saranita** only says yellow, when holding yellow things, yellow must be her favorite color. And to be persuaded otherwise Saranita will have to say these exact words:"But, Mother Dearest, yellow isn't my favorite color – [pink] is!" Or whatever color she truly likes.

Hmm. Yellow was our first favorite color. Well, Lellow first, the Yellow. Then… Gold, and Blue, and now Orange. And pink is our second favorite, which is partly good because it "goes well with our skin tone," and partly a shame because it's a terrible combination with orange. Oh well. We like them both, kept apart.

Mom came home.

We finished 'Tom Sawyer' today.

We're alphabetizing the books in our room. By author, of course. We've gone through S. Perhaps we shall now do t-v, and - dare we try in one go? - w-z!

*Shame on the computer for not knowing the word "ipod," or for that matter, "okay."**Triple the shame for not knowing "Saranita!"